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That's What Happened
Picked up my coffee,
Smiled,
Said,
"Thank you".
She said,
"You're welcome".
And winked.
With a sparkle,
In her eye,
And a,
Sort of,
Shy smile.
Later,
Walking in the mall,
Coffee,
Almost finished,
Saw her walking.
Wiggle in her walk,
Sexy,
Inviting.
Said,
"Hi",
Raised my coffee cup,
Said,
"Almost gone".
She smiled,
Lightly licked her lips,
Said,
"Want a refill?"
I said,
"Sure".
She said,
"Follow me".
I did.
Assumed,
To the coffee shop.
She walked out the mall door,
Across the walkway,
Down a row of cars,
Said,
"Get in".
Old car.
Bench seat.
I did.
Didn't know,
What to assume.
She said,
"Flirting done".
"Slide over here".
"I will drive".
"You, you,
Stroke me,
Rub me,
Get me,
Wildly wet,
Maybe,
If you're good,
Get me off".
And,
"It will be your turn,
When we get to my place."
She drove,
Out of the parking lot,
Turned onto the street.
My hand slid up her thigh,
Found that,
Her panties were,
Already wet,
Soaking wet.
Slid my fingers,
Inside,
Under her panties.
She said,
"Slide them off".
I did,
Down to her knees.
So wet,
My finger,
Fingers --two,
Slid in,
And out.
Curled,
Stroked.
She was panting.
Continued,
Rubbing,
Stroking.
Then squirting.
Still,
Stroking.
Gasping,
Trembling,
Shaking.
That's when it all went blank.
Officer,
I swear,
That's what happened.
Smiled,
Said,
"Thank you".
She said,
"You're welcome".
And winked.
With a sparkle,
In her eye,
And a,
Sort of,
Shy smile.
Later,
Walking in the mall,
Coffee,
Almost finished,
Saw her walking.
Wiggle in her walk,
Sexy,
Inviting.
Said,
"Hi",
Raised my coffee cup,
Said,
"Almost gone".
She smiled,
Lightly licked her lips,
Said,
"Want a refill?"
I said,
"Sure".
She said,
"Follow me".
I did.
Assumed,
To the coffee shop.
She walked out the mall door,
Across the walkway,
Down a row of cars,
Said,
"Get in".
Old car.
Bench seat.
I did.
Didn't know,
What to assume.
She said,
"Flirting done".
"Slide over here".
"I will drive".
"You, you,
Stroke me,
Rub me,
Get me,
Wildly wet,
Maybe,
If you're good,
Get me off".
And,
"It will be your turn,
When we get to my place."
She drove,
Out of the parking lot,
Turned onto the street.
My hand slid up her thigh,
Found that,
Her panties were,
Already wet,
Soaking wet.
Slid my fingers,
Inside,
Under her panties.
She said,
"Slide them off".
I did,
Down to her knees.
So wet,
My finger,
Fingers --two,
Slid in,
And out.
Curled,
Stroked.
She was panting.
Continued,
Rubbing,
Stroking.
Then squirting.
Still,
Stroking.
Gasping,
Trembling,
Shaking.
That's when it all went blank.
Officer,
I swear,
That's what happened.
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